Turning old

Well, I officiall turn old in... about two hours. Okay, for some of you (say, a certain American ex-submariner, or a certain ex-cadet) I'm still young, but 22 is old, dammit! I've been legal everywhere for a year (not that it really mattered, I've been legal in Canada for three) and I've been able to vote for four (not that it really mattered, the federal candidate in my riding always wins by a remarkably huge margin, and I don't care much for provincial politics). I have one more birthday while at RMC. In a few years, insurance companies will stop discriminating against me for being a young male, and will instead only discriminate against me for being male.

Seriously though, I've been considering things and in some ways, I just don't feel like an adult. RMC treats us like children, and my social life revolves around college students (from RMC and the other, lesser university across the causeway, mostly). I face very few of the realities of being an adult--and definately less than I did a few years ago, before I came to RMC. I'm not really scared about going off into the big, bad world. In fact, I'm pretty excited about it, even though it's pretty far off. I can't wait to use up all my money to buy a condo only to have Murphy rear his ugly, disfigured head and get me posted on the other coast. Or to meet the woman of my life three weeks before I head to the Gulf for six months. Or buy a really nice car (Audi TT, anyone?) using the money I'll make on said Gulf tour, and get it trashed by protestors while I'm gone on a month-long exercise fake-blowing-up American ships.

All in all, this birthday isn't any different than any other I've had since I graduated high school. No parties or anything, though I might be lazier than usual for one day. I'm too old to party on weekdays, anyway.

Mandate to Date: The Search Is On

Well, it's that time of the year again, when RMC students go to Queen's and get a random attractive young woman (or man, I won't judge) to go to the RMC Christmas Ball, which is apparently one of the top-rated events in North America. (Why, I don't know.)

So let that be a warning to Queen's students:

Guys, watch your girls, they might get taken away by charming guys who are in way better shape than you are.
Girls, watch out for charming guys who'll take you away.

Ok, on a serious note... Do I even want to spend hours on a formal date with someone I will barely know? The Ball is a good thing for those with girlfriends (or boyfriends... I said I wouldn't judge) but for us singlefolk, it's a drag. Heh, at least, if I do get a date and it comes crashing down, I have a break at some point thanks to the whole being-a-piper deal. And then I can just get drunk and leave the date with my atrocious friends. I'm evil, I know.

Conviction ou fabulation ?

Salut ma gang de vous autres !

J'ai pas encore pris le temps de faire le tour, mais j'espère que tous le monde va bien ;-)

Pour ma part, c'est le gros stress....mais du bon stress ;-)

Je suis allée passer une entrevue vendredi dernier pour un boulot...Ze boulot ! 'Savez le genre de boulot que l'on sait qui va nous offrir le parfait équilibre entre le «challenge» et une certaine qualité de vie....pour pas dire qualité de vie certaine ;-).

Et Ze boulot se trouve dans la même boîte que mon chum....'savez là Ze chum parfait et tout le tralala !

De plus je serai 1 palier hiérarchique en bas de lui, mais serai tout de même cadre ( lire aller aux même partys ;-). Nous aurons sensiblement la même horaire ( en fait, c'est son boss qui va être content parce qu'il n'arrivera plue en retard les semaines de co-voiturage...je suis une morning person ;-).

J'parlais de qualité de vie....ça va être merveilleux. La semaine que nous avons les enfants, nous allons prendre chacun notre voiture, ainsi mon chum partira plus tard pour que les enfants arrivent au service de garde que vers 7h00-7h30 et moi, mon shift termine à 14h30-15h00.....se qui veut dire que sans le trafique de fin de journée, je vais être capable de passer prendre les enfants à 16h00-16h30....Au lieu de 18h15 !

Hey ! Ça va-tu en faire une belle différence ça ?

Pis la semaine im-père, nous allons faire du co-voiturage et un peu de temps supplémentaire ( lire laisser passer le trafic ;-) et, soit aller souper, prendre un drink dans notre ti-bar de prédilections, aller souper avec des amis, 5 @ 7 professionnels...ect.

Voyez-vous, je vais pour une rare fois dans ma vie (sinon la première ;-) avoir une vraie job, avec un salaire aux 2 semaines pis 4 semaines de vacances PAYÉES !

Aucune culpabilité de m'en aller quelque part....la paye va rentrer pareil !

Geeeeeee ! Concept !!!!!

J'en parle au présent, comme si c'était un «done deal». Mais ce ne l'est pas, malheureusement....mais crime pofff que je le sens ! Tout comme j'ai senti que Sailor serait l'Amour d'une vie. This is, and will be ze job of a lifetime ;-)

Au pire je n'aurai pas ce boulot...mais cette entrevue m'a permi de valider ( big time ) se dont j'ai envie et la vie que je veux vivre !

Conviction ou fabulation......dans quelques jours nous serons tous fixés ;-))

Sleeeeeeeeeep!

Sorry blogging has been light. I've been busy and on a gagetownian sleep regime.

Anyway, I'll blog more this weekend (after some re-energization)... for the time being, I'll just say swing dancing kicks boot-ay. If only life was a musical!

MATT DAMON!

Souper d'sacoches !

Ben pas tout à fait....les gars 'taient là !

Voyez-vous, hier nous sommes aller souper chez un des amis à mon chum. C'était la troisième fois que je voyais ces gens. Pis crime pofff qui sont l'funs !

L'ami en question vient de se séparer. J'vais vous dire honnêtement que la première fois que je l'ai rencontré (aux fêtes l'an dernier), j'ai pas tripé pantoute sur sa personnalité. 'Savez, genre pogné ! Non...pas pogné.....ben pogné.

Nous l'avons revu Dimanche dernier pour le baptême du bébé d'un des couples présents hier soir, et honnêtement le gars, je l'ai trouvé assez allumé.

Mais hier là, il m'a tout simplement flabergasté !

Vous devriez y voir l'appartement. Pffff ! Moi qui pensais qu'il était du genre à se faire torcher par une femme...Re-Pffffff ! Pas pantoute ! Et vous auriez dû voir la table et la bouffe qu'il a préparé. Tout seul comme un grand en plus !

Il n'est pas le genre de gars que mon chum saurait tenu avec avant....mais croyez-moi qu'il va faire partie de notre monde à partir de maintenant. Vraiment un chic type, positif et dynamique.

Et ça me fait vraiment plaisirs, ils vont aller jouer au Golf (entre autre). Mon chum n'a pas 25 milles amis. Moi non-plus d'ailleurs. Mais cette gang là....'est vraiment...comment dirais-je....une gang tissée serrée !

Mais pour en revenir au sacoche.....ça m'fait rire (de moi-même) de m'attacher autant à ces filles. Nous sommes totalement différentes, pis en même temps on se ressemble beaucoup. Nos réalités se rejoignent quand même, à quelque part.

C'est drôle !

J'vous en reparlerai probablement plus longuement, un jour de grande cyber-réflexion !

Finalement....

Elle a «parti» son Blogue ( juste un an plus tard...mais ça doit être ça le beat Africain ;-))

Bienvenue dans la Bloguosphère Coz !

xxx

Signs You've Been Single For Too Long

Here are a few parts of an epic master list I'm compiling. The first part is just a repost from a while ago, but I wrote a few more things... Oh, and if you recognize yourself in (m)any of these, well, don't feel so bad, most come from my own life or from my friends'.

Top Ten Signs You've Been Single For Too Long

10. You think geeks have it easy and "1f y0u c4\ r34d th1$ y0u r3a11y n33d t0 g37 l41d" makes sense to you.
9. You wake up alone, again, and think "aaah, the freedom."
8. You sniff your jeans and decide they'll do for another day.
7. You randomly decide to watch a season of 24. In twenty-four hours. Several times in a row. With minimal sleep in-between.
6. You play various multiplayer games while watching reruns of the Daily Show and the Colbert Report, and think "this is the life."
5. You're proud of the fact that you watched 10 years of a TV series in less than a semester, without falling behind on your homework.
4. You've stopped buying new, expensive clothes; Wal-Mart and standard-issue green t-shirts will do. At worse, you can throw a sweater on top of it.
3. You don't want to look fit to attract the opposite sex; you just want people to shut up about it, already.
2. You don't even bother trying to pick up females anymore; if anything, it takes time away from watching movies and playing videogames.

And the number one sign you've been single for too long...

1. You think dating just takes money away from your drinking and partying budget.

Ten MORE Signs You've Been Single For Too Long

You look for activities to schedule in conflict with formal events because looking for a date would be too time-consuming, and showing up alone is too embarassing.
You do an activity that people normally do to pick up people of the other sex, because you legitimately enjoy said activity… with no other intent than to have fun.
You consider buying a second hard drive to store the “entertainment” you use when your friends are all out on dates or won’t go drinking because they need to save their money for more dates.
You remember when your last date was, but you have no clue who it was with.
You remember when your last date was, and it was set up by your mom.
You think playing games like SimDate is better than actually dating, because at worse you can just use cheat codes.
You actually want to make conversation with that attractive guy/girl because he/she’s actually smart, and not because you want to get into his/her pants.
You refer to yourself as asexual.
You read all the health, style and design parts of magazines, but just ignore the parts about dating and relationships.
You listen to love songs because you like the artist, not because the song reminds you of someone.

Even More Signs You've Been Single Too Long

You understand why your 50 year old uncle/aunt is still single.
You get mad when your grand-aunt tells you you’re next at weddings, and wonder if she means you’re the next to make a huge, life-threatening mistake.
You consider your phone to be a tool for ordering pizza and Chinese food, nothing else.
Your dressy clothes have the purpose of impressing prospective employers, and not members of the opposite sex.
You’re glad nobody nags about the poster of the half-naked member of the opposite sex on your bedroom wall.
Your friends try to hook you up with their significant other’s siblings.
You hope scientists perfect cloning and genetic engineering so you can just make the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend.
You meet an attractive member of the opposite sex and don’t realize they’re attractive until your friends point out that you were totally getting along with “that hottie over there.”
You still don’t get poking on Facebook.
You only use condoms to protect your rifle’s barrel while in humid conditions.
Your stash of condoms expired in the last millennium.
You listen to sad love songs because they cheer you up.
You’re puzzled when reading about romance in books you’re assigned as work, and try to talk the teacher into letting you read something less romance-ey.
Your definition of romance is based on Bond movies.
You haven’t taken a chastity oath, but people think you have.
Your reverend has more sex than you do.
Your priest has more sex than you do.
Your religious leader advises you to get laid, because you’re going against your God’s will.
You haven’t had a date in so long you don’t remember what constitutes a good place to go on one.
Your idea of a night in is breaking out the nachos, pop, and gore movies.
You don’t even get crushes anymore.
You wish you had a stalker so you could force them to go out with you.
You’re a staff writer for jackinworld.com.
You wish for the return of arranged marriage.
You’ve signed up to at least one major dating website, and it wasn’t because you were joking or drunk.
You’re giving up on the club scene because you’re tired of all the random sex.
You’re giving up on the club scene because you’re tired of everyone else getting random sex.
You go to raves hoping people on extacy will want to sleep with you.
You’re considering joining the French Foreign Legion.
You reject every invitation to weddings, even if you’re supposed to be the best man/bridesmaid.
You don’t even get invited to weddings anymore.
Your friends don’t even tell you they’ve gotten married.
Your friends have offered to pitch in to buy you some company for a night.
Your friends want to send you on a trip to Thailand.
You don’t want to learn French precisely because it’s the language of love.
You consider that having a big back seat in your car is an advantage because you have somewhere to crash when you’re too drunk to drive home.
Your boxers have more holes than your last girlfriend’s lacy panties.
You think the youtube series We Need Girlfriends is an unauthorized documentary based on your life.
You don’t mind having a bunk bed—you don’t need that much space.